Lots Of Matchbooks
Lots of matchbooks, lots of napkins
Lots of numbers, lots of names.
But they're worthless scraps of paper
Since I've known you my life has changed.
I have been a rambler
A midnight mover
Love them and leave them
Was the game I played.
But then I met you
Didn't even touch you.
Somehow you touched me
In a special way.
A man needs someone he can depend on
Someone to help him make a happy home
Those faceless ladies are fun to play with
But try to love one, she's up and gone.
Lots of matchbooks, lots of napkins
Lots of numbers, lots of names
But they're worthless scraps of paper
Now I love you and I'm not the same